“I'm about to cum,” I say, between our almost breathless kisses. “Any second now, baby.” “Shoot it in me,” she whispers. “Every fucking ...rop, love, fill me up with it.” Her tongue darts in my mouth and she's riding so fast that the bed is shaking, our hands squeezing so hard that mine almost go numb. I almost have no sense of time when I'm in her like that. I only know no other woman feels the way she does, that perfect combination that makes me want to take care of her, be her best friend, and. So I slipped on a pair of Dockers and a navy cashmere sweater. I had my car pull up out front of her family’s Park Avenue apartment. The doorman stood aside as she swept regally out and moved right into my car as if she owned it…or perhaps me. She was dressed in her usual elegant manner…a Donna Karan dress and shoes, carrying a Coach bag and wearing Manolo Blahnik heels. She was beautiful. She was classy. And I wanted to fuck her bad. I mean I wanted to fuck her. But I also wanted to fuck her. The cat burglar spotted a window at the left wing of the building, perfect for her to sneak in. With her powerful stealth, the Gothamite managed to talk and climb to the window and push it without much effort. Even her thought it seemed ‘too easy’ to find out no security people around, but she was used to know what was legit or not.“Here doesn’t seem the place where the good stuff is”From her pocket she picked a heatseeking binocular pair and roamed around the room, full of boxes but many of. Fortunately I didn’t have to wear a uniform, I was just told to be ‘smart’.One of the offices that I delivered to was a big room with about 20 men working at desks. Most of them were very friendly and chatty. One of them was VERY chatty, cheeky, confident and sexist. On the fourth day that I was there while I was near him he was telling one of his mates about a film that he’d seen where there was a naked waitress. He asked me I would deliver the sandwiches in the nude. Of course I said no, but.